“Sweet sacrilege,” I say from between clenched teeth.
I try to place a hand on her shoulder, but the magic protecting her won’t allow me to even graze her skin.
“Take off that locket,” I murmur.
Of course, she doesn’t hear the words, but her hand rises to my chest and brushes against a nipple.
A lightning storm of pleasure strikes my flesh, making my muscles seize. I grab the base of my cock and groan.
“Who are you?” she murmurs.
“Are you talking to me?” I ask.
“No,” she replies.
“Then are you dreaming?”
“Just tell me what’s happening.” She sounds distressed.
I draw back to look her full in the face. Her brow furrows, and her lips form a tight line. This looks like the start of a nightmare.
“Alienor,” I say. “Wake up.”
“Henry?” she whispers.
The sound of my name on her lips sends a jolt of ecstasy to my heart. I swallow, my throat tightening with anticipation. Is she dreaming about me?
“You should know I’m not your wife,” she murmurs.
“I realize this now,” I tell her, but it seems like my words fall upon unhearing ears.
Over the next several minutes, she continues a one-sided conversation. I still can’t tell if she’s talking to me or a version of myself she is imagining. This is most peculiar. In the years that I have stalked Alienor, she has never talked in her sleep.
Alienor seems curious one moment and then confused the next. I gaze down at my sweet angel, my lips curling into a smile until she exhales a lustful groan.
“F-fetch H-henry.”
My throat dries.
My cock spasms.
My lips form the words, “I am here, my sweet.”
Heat pools between her legs, and the side of my thigh that’s pressed against her cunt warms. Her nipples tighten, and sweat breaks out across her skin.
“Alienor,” I ask. “What’s happening?”
When she circles her hips and grinds her sex against my leg, it makes my chest shudder with a moan.
All four heads of my cock swell to the point of pain, each oozing liquid precum.
Her flesh becomes slicker and hotter as she smears her arousal over my thigh. Alienor is so wet as she grinds against me that the sounds her sex makes are obscene.
My balls tighten, drawing in toward my belly with an urgency that makes me hyperventilate.
I throw my head back and groan. If I were a gentleman, I would slither off this mattress and allow Alienor to enjoy her erotic dream in peace. If I had any sort of decency, I would revert to my four-legged form and stem this illicit arousal.
But my chivalry died long ago with my humanity.